But take advice from me, Let Prince be he;

Why, sir, you'll look the hero on his back."

"I'll take the black, and thank you too."

"Nay, husband, that will never do;
You know, you 've often heard me say
How much I long to have a gray;
And this one will exactly do for me."

"No, no," said he,

"Friend, take the four others back,
And only leave the black."

"Nay, husband, I declare

I must have the gray mare."

Adding (with gentle force),

The smoke-dried wigwam of the tribe: "The depot, sir," suggested one,

I smiled to scorn the idle gibe.

Then to the baggage-man I cried,

"O, point me an Indian chieftain out!" Rudely he grinned as he replied,

"You'll see 'em loafin' all about!"

Wounded I turn, when lo, e'en now

I know him by his swarthy brow;
Before me stands the sight I crave!

It is an Onondaga brave!

I know him by his falcon eye,
His raven tress and mien of pride;
Those dingy draperies, as they fly,

Tell that a great soul throbs inside!
No eagle-feathered crown he wears,

Capping in pride his kingly brow; But his crownless hat in grief declares, "I am an unthroned monarch now!" "O noble son of a royal line!"

I exclaim, as I gaze into his face, "How shall I knit my soul to thine?

How right the wrongs of thine injured race? "What shall I do for thee, glorious one? To soothe thy sorrows my soul aspires. Speak and say how the Saxon's son

May atone for the wrongs of his ruthless sires!"

He speaks, he speaks!- that noble chief!

From his marble lips deep accents come; And I catch the sound of his mighty grief, "Ple' gi me tree cent for git some rum !"

ANONYMOUS.

ROPRECHT THE ROBBER. ROPRECHT the Robber is taken at last; In Cologne they have him fast; Trial is over, and sentence past;

The crowd broke up, and went their way;
All were gone by the close of day;
And Roprecht the Robber was left there,
Hanging alone in the moonlight air.

The stir in Cologne is greater to-day
Than all the bustle of yesterday;
Hundreds and thousands went out to see;
The irons and chains, as well as he,
Were gone, but the rope was left on the tree.

A wonderful thing! for every one said
He had hung till he was dead, dead, dead;
And on the gallows was seen, from noon
Till ten o'clock, in the light of the moon.

Moreover, the hangman was ready to swear He had done his part with all due care; And that certainly better hanged than he No one ever was, or ever could be.

So 't was thought, because he had died so well,
He was taken away by miracle.

But would he again alive be found?
Or had he been laid in holy ground?

'T was a whole week's wonder in that great town,
And in all places, up the river and down;
But a greater wonder took place of it then,
For Roprecht was found on the gallows again.

With that the whole city flocked out to see;
There Roprecht was on the triple tree,
Dead, past all doubt, as dead could be;
But fresh he was, as if spells had charmed him,
And neither wind nor weather had harmed him.

While the multitude stood in a muse,

One said, "I'm sure he was hanged in shoes."
In this the hangman and all concurred;
But now, behold, he was booted and spurred!

Plainly, therefore, it was to be seen,
That somewhere on horseback he had been ;
And at this the people marvelled more
Than at anything which had happened before.

For not in riding trim was he

When he disappeared from the triple tree;
And his suit of irons he still was in,
With the collar that clipped him under the chin.

Roprecht the Robber had long been their curse,
And hanging had only made him worse;
For bad as he was when living, they said
They had rather meet him alive than dead.

"The reason why things had got thus wrong
Was that the rope had been left too long;
The hangman's fault, - a clumsy rogue,
He is not fit to hang a dog.

"My son, Piet Pieterszoon, and I,
We took him down, seeing none was nigh;
And we took off his suit of irons with care,
When we got him home, and we hid him there.

"Well, Father, we kept him at bed and board
Till his neck was cured and his strength restored,
And we should have sent him off this day
With something to help him on his way;

It was gold, in the quartz,

And it ran all alike;

And I reckon five oughts

Was the worth of that strike;

Hed n't no savey, - hed Briggs. Thar, Jack! that'll do, quit that foolin'!

Nothin' to what she kin do when she's got her work cut out before her.

Hosses is hosses, you know, and likewise, too, jockeys is jockeys;

And 't ain't every man as can ride as knows what a hoss has got in him.

Know the old ford on the Fork, that nearly got Flanigan's leaders?

Nasty in daylight, you bet, and a mighty rough ford in low water!

Well, it ain't six weeks ago that me and the

Jedge, and his nevey,

Struck for that ford in the night, in the rain, and the water all round us;

Up to our flanks in the gulch, and Rattlesnake Creek just a bilin',

which the same is n't bad for a Pike.

Thet's why it's Dow's Flat ;

And the thing of it is

That he kinder got that

on the river.

I had the gray, and the Jedge had his roan, and

his nevey, Chiquita ;

And after us trundled the rocks jest loosed from the top of the cañon.